His kiss didn't taste like candy
or blooming flowers
on some "crisp spring morning"
He tasted like human
a good
hygienic human
earthy almost
like a kiss on the neck
it lingers through my senses
I am addicted to his
all of those hims
there seems to be new hims every month
a new mouth
but his tasted the best by far
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 12:36 PM UTC
His kiss didn't taste like candy
or blooming flowers
on some "crisp spring morning"
He tasted like human
a good
hygienic human
earthy almost
like a kiss on the neck
it lingers through my senses
I am addicted to his
all of those hims
there seems to be new hims every month
a new mouth
but his tasted the best by far
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